Nativity PlaysEvery year the little kids at schools all over get to put on a play. Often it's christmas themed, but the key thing is that everyone gets a part, whether it's Snowflake #12 or Mary or Grendel (yes, really).
Personally I played a 'Rich Husband' who refused to buy matches from some scabby street urchin. Never did see her again...
Who or what did you get to be? And what did you have to wear?
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chthonic, Thu 26 Mar 2009, 17:45)
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Primary School.Age 7.
Or maybe 9.
Something like that.
The classic Nativity play.
It was to run for two nights, and it was discovered that the boy who was to play innkeeper number 3 would not be available for the second night.
A despairful silence descended, until one young proud soldier arose and declared "Fear not, for I shall be the saviour of the theatre"*
All at once there was a rapturous applause and I was whisked to the stage to practice my lines.....
The evening arrived, i had spent the previous night being sick, the sound of the vomit splattering onto the carpet as the acrid smell arose to my nostrils will stay with me to the day that I die.
I waited, dreading my moment of glory, unbeknown to me how I would conquer the parent-sodden hall.
Finally it was my moment.
Verse 3 was mine. A solo. I stood, with a fake wooden door, which I abruptly slid aside and opened my mouth. The sound which ejaculated forth from between my jaws was that of almighty monotone wonderment...
"Don't go knocking here.
Don't go knocking there.
There's guests in every room,
there's no room we can spare.
Oh!"
And into the chorus it went.
Well, i felt euphoria sweep my to the heavens and back, the song finished and there was applause. Possibly for the other singers, or more likely for my undeniably majestic perfomance.
The rest of the play was a huge anti-climax, as the audience had already peaked, and were spent, as the counted the remaining minutes of terrible acting and "Ahhhhing" and "Awwwwing".
I had become a star, I had exploded onto the scene like a tiny heterosexual John Barrowman....and I never acted or sang again.
But Mum bought me a Fry's Peppermint Cream.
Although I wasn't allowed to tell my sister.
*or possible whimpered, I can do it, maybe, please, sorry?
(, Thu 2 Apr 2009, 23:59, 2 replies)
Well thank you,although upon hearing his latest album, I repeatedly declared it somewhat of a masterpiece.
And that is why tequila should never be mixed with whisky.
(, Fri 3 Apr 2009, 0:53, closed)
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